The Last Hurrah (for now)

This will give you an idea of Beki and Todd's gift of hospitality: they hosted a backyard barbecue at their old house on the evening of their move!

Wesley and Beki (note Wes's broken ankle, poor guy)

Now if I had been packing for weeks and hefting boxes and furniture all day, I would probably grab Taco Bell to go and call it a day. But that's not their way. And I'm so glad --- because it gave me a reason to stop crying, put on makeup, and rejoin the land of the living.

I love this family.

Todd fired up the grill and cooked us some Bubba Burgers, which we promptly devoured.

There is nothing like a huge spread of food to ease the pain of parting. At least, in my world (and don't tell me I need therapy).


I think Sammy-Boy was hoping to get in on the feast. Those eyes!


Only kids can get away with eating a huge meal and then bouncing themselves silly on a trampoline.


Our friends Mike and Debbie, who live just a few streets over, also joined in the fun, so it was truly a neighborhood affair. Our little gang has spent a fair share of holidays together, which turn out especially hilarious when Mike brings his fireworks.


No explosives tonight though, other than my stomach. Either I'm nearly eight months pregnant, or I ate waaay too much.


It's just that sometimes, when you find a good thing, you can't get enough.


Case in point.